Beyond Recollection ~ A Sonny & Skye FanFiction
Chapter Ten ~ Silent Prayers
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Sinking to the cold tiles of the hospital's rest room, she fought against the exhaustion prying into her being. With her tears dried to her face and sweater, Skye began focussing on her defense towards her sudden nausea. Lightheaded and drowsy, she leaded back against the tiled wall, taking deep breath after breath.
'Just breath, Skye,' she repeated in her thoughts. 'It'll pass, just keep breathing.'
"Excuse me Miss!" an irritated voice sounded from the other side of the restroom door. "Are you almost done? You have been in there for twenty minuets! There are people waiting and ---,"
"I'm almost finished," she called back weakly, ignoring the woman's further complaints. After a moment, assured that her nausea had passed, she slowly pulled herself to her knees. Balancing her weight on the sink as she stood fully, she winced at the sight of herself in the mirror.
"I'm a wreak," she spoke aloud before turning the faucet on and splashing her face with water, washing away the streaks of mascara her tears had caused. It was hard to believe she even had any tears left in her.
Sonny was gone.
The cruel tone he had spoken with this morning along with the absence she had woken to only added further to her haunting thoughts. Thoughts telling her that the man she loved was gone and in his place a stranger. He was pulling away from her and the distance between them was breaking her.
'What if he doesn't want this baby?'
'What if he can't love it?'
'What if he'll never love us?'
Fresh tears stung the back of her eyelids as she tried to push her thoughts away. With a glance at the watch resting on her wrist, Skye realized she was already ten minuets late for her meeting with Dr. Meadows. Gathering her purse and coat she exited the restroom, ignoring the impatient woman standing beside the door.
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Looking at the darkness of the water below him, Sonny wondered if the freezing temperature would be enough to take away his guilt. The warn wood of the pier creaked as he shifted his weight back and forth, rocking closer to the edge.
"But you can't can you. You can't kill your own brother."
But he did. He killed his brother, his own mother's son --- and for what? For revenge? Hate? Jealousy?
"Has she given you all the dirty details? We did it right here you know," he taunts gesturing to the park around him. "Her screams of ecstasy echoed through these trees!"
Jealousy. He killed him for taking his wife from him, for giving her the child he couldn't. Maybe for being the man Carly needed-wanted. How many lives had he ruined? How many people must he destroy before he finally destroys himself?
Wouldn't everyone be better off he took this final step off the pier?
Gazing into the black water he stared at his own reflection, wondering whose face it was the reflected back. It wasn't his own, he no longer knew himself. Memories and people were missing-over a year of his life was gone and he wasn't sure he wanted it back.
It has been almost three weeks since he woke and what has he learned-what has he remembered? He killed his brother, lost his wife and family and somehow ended with a woman he once thought of as an enemy. How was it all possible?
At this moment the cold waters below him were more inviting than the unnatural life around him. Stepping forward he looked one last time into the lifeless features of his reflection. He watched a single tear fall from its residence, creating tiny ripples on the black surface before he leaned foreword.
"Sonny," her voice reached his conscious just as her hand on his arm stopped him from his fall. He turned, tears cascading down his face, he faces the woman he could remember loving. The woman he had been missing since the day he woke.
"Carly," her name was a whispered prayer from his lips as he fell into her familiar arms, holding on for dear life.
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"Three weeks?" Skye repeated what Dr. Meadows had just resited.
"Yes Skye, you're three weeks pregnant," she spoke with a soft smile. Skye was silent for a moment, relishing in the joy she was now overwhelmed with. Her child had been conceived before Sonny's accident. This is what she had been hoping for, to be able have a child born from the love its parents had shared. With her silent prayer answered she looked to Dr. Meadows with a true smile.
"Now I understand you and your family have been through a great deal this past month," with a soft and almost sad nod from Skye Dr. Meadows continued. "Skye, with your medical history its imperative that you keep your stress level as low as possible. Your body has healed since the accident you suffered while living in Pine Valley, but you are still in the high risk category."
"What are you saying? Can I have this child?" Skye asked fearfully.
"As of now I say yes, but you must take care of yourself. I don't know how well your body will take to this pregnancy. It might even come down to complete bed rest in your last trimester, but I believe that your child will make it. Do you understand?"
Skye mutely nodded, listening silently to the warnings Dr. Meadow continued to give. After the necessary prescriptions were made they scheduled her next appointment before parting.
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Accompanied by her thoughts she walked the streets of Port Charles. The autumn air a blanket around her as the orange and red leaves fell to her feet. She wondered how and if she should even tell Sonny. How would he take this? Would it only make things harder for him, considering they made this child during a time he has no recollection of.
Thinking it best if she waited to tell him, she began to notice where her walk had brought her. As she traveled down the remaining steps to the docks she froze at the sight ahead of her.
Sonny-and in his arms the end she had feared most since he had woken, Carly.
~ TBC ~
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Chapter Ten ~ Silent Prayers
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Sinking to the cold tiles of the hospital's rest room, she fought against the exhaustion prying into her being. With her tears dried to her face and sweater, Skye began focussing on her defense towards her sudden nausea. Lightheaded and drowsy, she leaded back against the tiled wall, taking deep breath after breath.
'Just breath, Skye,' she repeated in her thoughts. 'It'll pass, just keep breathing.'
"Excuse me Miss!" an irritated voice sounded from the other side of the restroom door. "Are you almost done? You have been in there for twenty minuets! There are people waiting and ---,"
"I'm almost finished," she called back weakly, ignoring the woman's further complaints. After a moment, assured that her nausea had passed, she slowly pulled herself to her knees. Balancing her weight on the sink as she stood fully, she winced at the sight of herself in the mirror.
"I'm a wreak," she spoke aloud before turning the faucet on and splashing her face with water, washing away the streaks of mascara her tears had caused. It was hard to believe she even had any tears left in her.
Sonny was gone.
The cruel tone he had spoken with this morning along with the absence she had woken to only added further to her haunting thoughts. Thoughts telling her that the man she loved was gone and in his place a stranger. He was pulling away from her and the distance between them was breaking her.
'What if he doesn't want this baby?'
'What if he can't love it?'
'What if he'll never love us?'
Fresh tears stung the back of her eyelids as she tried to push her thoughts away. With a glance at the watch resting on her wrist, Skye realized she was already ten minuets late for her meeting with Dr. Meadows. Gathering her purse and coat she exited the restroom, ignoring the impatient woman standing beside the door.
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Looking at the darkness of the water below him, Sonny wondered if the freezing temperature would be enough to take away his guilt. The warn wood of the pier creaked as he shifted his weight back and forth, rocking closer to the edge.
"But you can't can you. You can't kill your own brother."
But he did. He killed his brother, his own mother's son --- and for what? For revenge? Hate? Jealousy?
"Has she given you all the dirty details? We did it right here you know," he taunts gesturing to the park around him. "Her screams of ecstasy echoed through these trees!"
Jealousy. He killed him for taking his wife from him, for giving her the child he couldn't. Maybe for being the man Carly needed-wanted. How many lives had he ruined? How many people must he destroy before he finally destroys himself?
Wouldn't everyone be better off he took this final step off the pier?
Gazing into the black water he stared at his own reflection, wondering whose face it was the reflected back. It wasn't his own, he no longer knew himself. Memories and people were missing-over a year of his life was gone and he wasn't sure he wanted it back.
It has been almost three weeks since he woke and what has he learned-what has he remembered? He killed his brother, lost his wife and family and somehow ended with a woman he once thought of as an enemy. How was it all possible?
At this moment the cold waters below him were more inviting than the unnatural life around him. Stepping forward he looked one last time into the lifeless features of his reflection. He watched a single tear fall from its residence, creating tiny ripples on the black surface before he leaned foreword.
"Sonny," her voice reached his conscious just as her hand on his arm stopped him from his fall. He turned, tears cascading down his face, he faces the woman he could remember loving. The woman he had been missing since the day he woke.
"Carly," her name was a whispered prayer from his lips as he fell into her familiar arms, holding on for dear life.
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"Three weeks?" Skye repeated what Dr. Meadows had just resited.
"Yes Skye, you're three weeks pregnant," she spoke with a soft smile. Skye was silent for a moment, relishing in the joy she was now overwhelmed with. Her child had been conceived before Sonny's accident. This is what she had been hoping for, to be able have a child born from the love its parents had shared. With her silent prayer answered she looked to Dr. Meadows with a true smile.
"Now I understand you and your family have been through a great deal this past month," with a soft and almost sad nod from Skye Dr. Meadows continued. "Skye, with your medical history its imperative that you keep your stress level as low as possible. Your body has healed since the accident you suffered while living in Pine Valley, but you are still in the high risk category."
"What are you saying? Can I have this child?" Skye asked fearfully.
"As of now I say yes, but you must take care of yourself. I don't know how well your body will take to this pregnancy. It might even come down to complete bed rest in your last trimester, but I believe that your child will make it. Do you understand?"
Skye mutely nodded, listening silently to the warnings Dr. Meadow continued to give. After the necessary prescriptions were made they scheduled her next appointment before parting.
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Accompanied by her thoughts she walked the streets of Port Charles. The autumn air a blanket around her as the orange and red leaves fell to her feet. She wondered how and if she should even tell Sonny. How would he take this? Would it only make things harder for him, considering they made this child during a time he has no recollection of.
Thinking it best if she waited to tell him, she began to notice where her walk had brought her. As she traveled down the remaining steps to the docks she froze at the sight ahead of her.
Sonny-and in his arms the end she had feared most since he had woken, Carly.
~ TBC ~
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